"I thought you liked me naked." I was secretly pleased with my choice, which I'd made that morning before I'd known he'd be with me.
The top was a triangle with long straps at the shoulders and ribs that were secured with Velcro and could be worn in a variety of ways to allow the wearer to determine where her breasts needed the most support.
It was specially designed for curvy women and was the first top I'd ever had that kept me from bouncing all over the place. What James objected to was the nude colour, which coordinated with the racing stripes on the matching black yoga pants.
"I like you naked in private," he muttered. "I'll need to be with you whenever you go to the gym."
"I won't complain, since I'm very much enjoying the view at the moment." Plus, I was perversely excited by his possessiveness after the hurt he'd inflicted with his withdrawal Saturday night. Two very different extremes – the first of many, I was sure.
